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Such a newsy edition in the best way! MA's card set seems like it would make for an excellent hostess gift. As for poetry, certain lines by W.S. Merwin are indelible (for me anyway) on the subject of fear. Here they are, from two different poems:

I saw the wolf in winter watching on the raw hill

I stood at night on top of the black tower and sang

I saw my mouth in spring float away on the river

I was a child in rooms where the furs were climbing

and each was alone and they had no eyes no faces

nothing inside them any more but the stories

--from "Piere Vidal"

in youth I hid a boat under

the bushes beside the water

knowing I would want it later

and come back and would find it there

someone else took it and left me

instead the sound of the water

with its whisper of vertigo

terror reassurance an old

old sadness it would seem we knew

enough always about parting

but we have to go on learning

as long as there is anything

--from "Waves in August"

Of course these poems will mean something different to every reader. I can't claim any special knowledge. But I love them both.

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